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This is a cuckold story. If you do not like stories where a man has to accept that his woman sexually desires other men, then do not read this story.
Also, it is a light cuckolding story. The women flirt and touch other men, but do not fuck them. If you are interested in hardcore cuckolding, this story isn't for you.
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Brenda was on top of me. Her tits were rubbing all over my face. Yes, oh yes, she screamed! I captured one of her nipples in my lips and sucked. I started humping up and down. As I reached for her ass I felt licking on the side of my face. How kinky. Her boobs were so big and round, she barked and then barked again. She started licking my cheek again as her hairy paw landed on my chest. Ahhhhhh! My dog just spoiled the best dream I ever had! I opened my eyes to see my labrador retriever standing over my face. I made Oro, my dog, get off my bed.
Could I fall back asleep and restart the same dream? Unlikely. My consciousness
suddenly recalled the amazing girl I met last night. Talking with her was the most I'd ever enjoyed talking to a woman.
I slid my hand inside my underwear and started touching myself. I imagined her bouncy cleavage, her big round latina ass, her hourglass figure. I lowered my undies and lubed up my fingers with some spit. I could still taste Brenda's sweet kisses. I imagined my finger was her wet tongue licking at the head of my penis. I imagined the way she pressed her breasts against Phil's stomach. Wait! What? Phil's Stomach?
My consciousness suddenly had a new recollection. Brenda and Phil! She had stuck her hand down his pants, rubbed her tits all over his stomach, thrilled him with her ass against his cock, and so much more. I liked her so much and I felt so jealous from the images in my memory. Much to my surprise though, my cock was only getting harder. How odd.
Brenda and Phil had tongue kissed passionately, but she wouldn't with me. She kept telling me that because she liked me so much, she wanted to "Take it slow."
I thought that maybe she French kissed Phil because she just really wanted to win the twerk contest. Plus going slow makes prefect sense considering her recent breakup. But what about sliding her tits up and down his enormous shaft? Was that also innocent, just to win the contest? Oh geeze, I can't explain it but that thought made my cock throb. I stroked faster. I was ready to cum. How confusing that every time I think of her with Phil my cock stiffened.
Ding! Text message. I grabbed my phone. The text was from "Brenda girl with camera." It said, "Good Morning Tony. I missed you all night. I had a kinky dream about you. Send me a picture of what you're doing right now!"
Oh gosh, it was her. She didn't forget about me and she even had a kinky dream about me. Yes yes yes! A picture? Now?
I thought about just sending a picture of my head on the pillow or of me reading a book that was on my night stand. But I was feeling brave, plus I wanted her to see that I was in good shape.
I laid on my back, covered the lower half of my body with the sheet, placed my right hand out off the bed holding my phone and put my left hand under the sheet in the direction of my groin. I took a selfie. No good, not sexy enough. I lowered the sheet more to just barely above my pubic hair, uncovered one of my legs, lifted up my left hand to make more of a tent above my groin, flexed my abs and clicked. Yep, that's good. Send. Then I typed, "Good Morning. I dreamt about you too. LOL. Send me a pic of what you are doing right now too."
A few minutes later I received a fire emoji response to my photo with the text, "Wow, Hot abs man! You are left handed?"
Ok, that pic worked perfectly. I knew exactly why she asked, but all the same I replied, "Why do you ask? With most things I'm righty."
She wrote, "Well, I guess we know one thing you do lefty (water squirting emoji)."
I was really turned on that Brenda was talking about me like that, finally. I asked, "Where is my picture?"
She then sent me a picture of herself laying on her side in bed. Her big natural boobs were barely covered by what appeared to be a very oversized white tank top that reached just below her panties. She had no bra. Her love melons were pulled by gravity toward the bed, the top boob resting on the bottom forming endless cleavage. The thin white material of the tank top allowed her boobs to spill out everywhere. The shirt covered her boobs no more than a micro bikini would. She had the sexiest chest of any woman I'd ever seen.
I texted her back, "Wow! Who knew that you could make a way too big tank top look so sexy?"
She replied, "Phil said I looked really sexy in it too. He was nice enough to lend me the tank top, since he sleeps shirtless. See?" I then received a selfie of her face in front of Phil who was laying behind her on his back in just a pair of light blue boxer briefs with a huge bulge.
Then she texted, "Phil says it's cute in your photo how you lifted the sheet up higher."
Wait, what? Phil was there with her? I texted back, "Phil is with you? You showed him my picture?"
Brenda wrote, "Yes and yes. We all stayed at Chris's last night. Phil and I had to share a bed since there are only three bedrooms."
Here we go again, more heart ache! She wore that shirt with him, all night? It covered practically no part of her boobs. Everything is so innocent to her! Of course it's fine they slept in the same bed. I mean, it's only logical, right? They needed a place to sleep. It's that simple. Right? At the bar she reached down Phil's pants so she wouldn't disappoint the crowd. Then later when they tongue kissed it was just to win the dance contest. Ugghhhh!
I realized that this was the same thing her ex couldn't handle, that she was "Just training" or that it was "Just a part of Latin dance." I felt the same jealousy and didn't think I could handle it either. I wondered if her ex also got an erection when she was doing these things, the way I seemed to get one. More so, what the heck was going on in my brain?
Brenda texted, "Did you really lift up the sheet this morning in your photo just to impress me? Because you knew I like big cocks like Phil's? I'm so lucky that you understand me. But you don't have to ever pretend, I don't want a guy like Phil as my boyfriend, I want you."
Brenda wrote that she couldn't wait to see me today and asked if I missed her. I told her that of course I missed her and couldnt wait to see her. Then Brenda ask-told me, "You aren't planning to finish what you started, are you?"
I texted, "What do you mean?"
She wrote, "You know what I mean! Promise that you won't goooo until I tell you to? I want you really horny for me. hehehe."
I texted back, "Ok, I won't do anything until you say so."
Oro was making his "I need to pee" bark. I got up and found some shorts to throw on over my hardon. I took him to pee on the grass outfront.
Brenda was going to arrive at my apartment around three PM. I did the usual preguest cleaning. Then I showered and shaved. I picked out my clothes and chose my special a-girl-might-see-me-in-these underwear. That was a pair of boxer briefs that had a unique pouch in the front that enhanced your bulge, according to the label.
At 3 PM I saw a Ford F-150 pickup truck outfront. I wasn't sure what kind of car Brenda drove. I peaked out the window and had a decent view to inside the truck. Brenda was in the passenger seat. I was nervous like a teenager going on their first date. I had never known a girl this hot. The car door opened and Brenda emerged.
I watched her walk up the sidewalk to the door. I could have passed out from my excitement at her outfit.